Mr. Xiao's Unconditional Love

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A tall figure with a child sitting on each shoulder. The father and his children walked toward the office building. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long. It was a warm and loving scene.

Who says Instructor Lu did not love his children?!

It was just that he loved his wife more!

A pair of little children appeared in the office. A group of steel straight men were inspired to show their loving side. Each of them tried different ways to make the two children happy!

Lu Xiaowu could tell the level of the epaulets on each of the uncles' shoulders.

Lu Xiaogun took out the pistol that he had dismantled into pieces. Seeing this scene, Lu Beixiao was instantly delighted. "Good lad! This pistol can't escape from your little devil's claws!"

When he was young, he had also secretly taken his grandfather's gun and dismantled it into such a state.

As he spoke, he hugged Lu Xiaogun. He sat on his own big body. On his lap, he asked, "Do you recognize all these parts?"

Lu Xiaogun nodded and picked them up one by one. He called out their names one by one, "Barrel, magazine, bullet, upper shell of the gun, trigger, spring, motorized steel, handle..."

The seemingly serious Lu Beixiao was extremely satisfied with his son's performance. Especially when Ye Cheng, who had just come in, saw it as well; he was even more pleased.

"My nephew is so awesome!" Ye Cheng liked the two children more and more as he looked at them. He thought to himself, if he had such a pair of children, he would not even be an instructor anymore. He would directly change his profession and take care of the children at home!

"Your nephew has nothing to do with you. My son, Lu Xiaogun, should be like this!" Instructor Lu was serious. These words made Ye Cheng gnash his teeth with anger.

"You can gloat all you want!" Ye Cheng thought to himself. If he had such a pair of treasures, he would use the loudspeaker to broadcast his gloating all day long!

"Lu Xiaogun, come, eat this big White Rabbit milk candy. Uncle specially went to get it for you!"

"Thank you, Uncle, but I don't eat candy."

"Uncle, I want it!" Lu Xiaowu, the little foodie, immediately ran over when she heard that there was candy to eat.

"You're not allowed to eat it! You have cavities!" Lu Xiaogun sternly stopped her. He was in charge of disciplining his sister since Queen Qiao was not around.

"I wanna eat it!" Lu Xiaowu stuck out her tongue.

She usually did not get along with her brother. Her brother did not like to play with her either. He found her stupid and childish!

"Lu Xiaowu! You're only allowed to eat one piece!" Instructor Lu said sternly as he watched the little foodie grab all the big White Rabbit milk candy in Ye Cheng's hands and stuff it straight into her pocket. However, he could not help but laugh in his heart.

The little girl's foodie attribute might have been inherited from her mother.

"Baby Xiaowu, they're annoying. Let's ignore them and go out to play with Uncle, okay?" Ye Cheng quickly took the opportunity to curry favor with his niece.

"No! I don't hate them!"

Ye Cheng: "! ! !"

Lu Beixiao performed his son's favorite skill of loading a gun with his eyes closed in five seconds. Lu Xiaogun and Lu Xiaowu were dumbstruck when they saw this. They admired their father even more now!

He took four seconds to dismantle the pistol and let the little guy do it himself. He gave them some guidance.

Leng Yao wanted to bring them to her house, but the two children refused and insisted on staying in their father's dormitory. They were very self-sufficient and did not need his care. At 9:30 pm, they went to bed on time.

At 11 pm, Lu Beixiao took the old phone that he did not use often and opened the inbox.

He dialed that number again. However, he still could not get through.

Last year, Queen, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared and sent him a message with a more detailed Morse code. It was this message that saved Fang Zhuo and Jiang Hai's lives!

However, Queen's number could be found. He got a phone card from a peddler. It did not have a name, so he did not know who had bought it. He had also checked from where it belonged, but he had no idea where to start!